Page 67 of Fangs for the Memories
Because being around me is more dangerous than ever. I might not have started the war, but I’m going to have to finish it.
I reach the apartment through the rapidly falling snow. Having to shift without notice means I have no phone. The second I’m through the doors, I’m in my office and grabbing my spare, barking orders into it like the alpha wolf I am.
The last thing I want is to let Grace go. But it is the only thing I can do.
Once all the arrangements have been made, once everything has been done, I slump at my desk. It’s midday. In another hour, Grace will be nearly halfway to England and a world away from me.
She was my reason for living and now she is my reason to destroy any and all vampires I come across.
My phone chimes and I pick it up. It’s Viktor.
“You sure you want to do this, boss?”
“Is the plane ready?” I fire at him.
“Fueled up and waiting, but Grace doesn’t want to leave,” he says.
“I don’t care. Tie her up if you need to, but she leaves today,” I growl. “Everything she needs will be there in twenty minutes. I have vampires to kill.”
I terminate the call and walk back through my apartment. I can’t say I’ll miss the place. Without Grace in it, it’s nothing.
I have a pack to gather, a new war, and plenty to occupy my mind.
I don’t have to think about her.
I don’t have to miss her.
I don’t have to consider she may never forgive me and may never return.
Not when I hear the low, dangerous snarl of the one creature I’ve been wanting to meet.
“Ferenc Kóbor,” the rogue says.
“You’re in my home.”
“I’ve come for your answer.”
“You know what it is. The vault stays shut.”
Grace
“Ferenc?” I call his name as my wits return.
I’m in a car…no, it’s not a car…I’m not entirely sure where I am, but I know Ferenc was here. I’m sure of it.
A great, grey shape looms in my decidedly wonky vision.
“Grace, you’re safe,” Viktor rumbles.
I push myself upright, my ears still ringing with snarls and howls.
“Where…?”
“This is Ferenc’s private plane. He’s sending you back to England.”
“What? No!” I exclaim, attempting to stand but finding my legs don’t want to hold me and falling back into the seat. “I can’t go. I don’t want to.”
“You’re not safe in Budapest,” Viktor says.
